Seduction
Just porn.
"Seduction?" the old Wolf smiled, slyly at the Fox. "But my dear! It is my art, my talent, my..." at this point he gripped the younger Fox's arm tightly and growled softly - not so aggressively as to panic the restless youth, but enough to throttle the Fox's attention away from his deadly fangs and towards the soft pads of his paws. "My skill."
"This is wrong," said the Fox, but his eyes told a different story to his mouth, the stubby, pointed nose of the Fox facing the wolf directly as a gormless expression dawned over the entranced mammal.
"Do you not like my touch?" the older wolf smiled. For all the differences between the fiery red Fox and the grey old wolf, the eyes and body language of the younger male betrayed more desires then perhaps even the fox himself was aware of, but they were messages and signs the wolf knew well - so well, in fact, he did not waste time reading them, instead trusting in the flicking of that fluffy red tail, the hovering of that free hand and the closeness which kept them together, as he moved in for the kill - a kiss to seal the deal.
The Fox almost moaned, his voice catching in his lungs as his defences shattered beneath the predator, his lips meeting the older males in but a brief moment, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself move closer, his arm which before had been caught by the wolf's roaming paw had not moved away as he had intended moments before, but instead driven his body towards the powerful, muscular grip. He sensed the softness of those weathered paws - hidden softness in the coarseness of skin and padding reformed countless times. He realised, as he felt those paws roam from his arm to his sides that he wanted more than a kiss from the wolf - oh so much more. He struggled to find the words to speak, but found such token sounds unnecessary as the Wolf's hands swept him into a strong hug, their grey and red coats coming together for a moment in a blur of colour, their lips not parting until the Fox had already surrendered in the arms of the wolf.
"A kiss, my lover," the wolf whispered, his eyes flashing scarlet. "both my gift to you, and my promise of things to come." His paws swept lower, and the Fox suddenly found a tingle from his rear as the predatory paw groped what he had to offer. The sheer audacity of the wolf's forward manner made the Fox blush, but he found he could not protest, so overwhelmed he was by the power of the wolf's dominance, and so lost in the beauty of those eyes.
The wolf grunted as he leaned into his prize, forcing the Fox against a nearby wall, eliciting a murmured squeak from his prey. Slowly he traced a finger across the side of the Fox's trousers, his claw sending shivers up the younger male as it rubbed his hips, sensitive and private, it was a joyous invasion, and one which encouraged both parties in their intent.
The fox placed his paws upon the wolf's shoulders, blushing as he felt the wolf reach his front, the finger of the beast slipping between the buttons and deftly detaching them from his clothing, leaving his trousers to fall to the floor, exposing his firmly tented boxers. The wolf growled, and this time there was aggression in his tone, a heated, passionate aggression which both excited and scared the younger male, his tented member twitching almost at the suggestion of the thoughts that growl gave him.
Another swift paw-movement and the boxers were gone too, the Fox sheepishly climbing out of his former attire, now entirely naked under the Wolf's fierce eye. "Turn around, my sweet." the Wolf said. By another lover such a phrase might have been endearing or playful, but by the voice of this male it was as a command - one which could not be denied, for even the hint of such rebellion would not cross the trapped male's mind. To the Fox it was an act of kindness, a request he would gladly fulfil for his master - a duty he approached with eager spirit. In his mind it was far too late to even consider going back, and he was too lost in the moment to even care anymore.
The Fox turned to face the wall, and found the Wolf's paw force his neck downwards, denied the sight of his lover's countenance as he stood in position, patiently waiting as his eager ears heard with some measure of delight the slow unzipping of zips, and unbuttoning of buttons. A similar flump to the sound which had met the departure of his own clothes alerted him to the naked state of the Wolf behind him, and moments later the thick, musky smell of a lustful male met his nostrils, so close as to almost surround him in its thick, inescapable stench.
"Show me you're ready, lover." the Wolf whispered in his ear, the soft sultry melody of his voice lit by traces of a growl deep in the back of the Wolf's throat. The Fox closed his eyes as he lifted his tail slowly, feeling the thick bushy appendage brush first against the Wolf's leg, then something very hard and solid, much like a leg but not a leg as he curled it between the two of them, his ass suddenly bare of its protector, open to the elements and all manner of other possible intrusions. The Wolf smiled, unseen by the Fox, his eyes admiring the firm, rounded rump of the Fox, the red of the Fox's coat giving way to a sharp white which disappeared into a tight pucker, marking the Fox's entrance. The younger males' testes hung low beneath his asshole, and the Wolf contemplated a bit of foreplay, perhaps a fondling of the precious orbs between the Fox's legs, but decided against it upon seeing how firm and eager the Fox already was. The red mammal's red member was fully erect, beads of pre-cum forming from the tip, giving it a rabid appearance as it hung open and free in the cold. A little teasing would do little to relieve the Wolf's lust.
Instead, the Wolf gave the Fox's rear a swat, his paws contacting the thin fur of the Fox's backside with an audible slap, accentuated by a sudden moan through gritted teeth from the Fox's lips.
"Mmmm, you like that," the Wolf said, smiling. It wasn't a question, and the Fox did not respond, other than to shift his hips back towards the Wolf. It was time, the Wolf decided.
The next thing the red Fox felt was the slimy tip of an already-leaking wolven member at his rear. Firm, hard and definitely finding its mark as the Wolf pushed it against his pucker. The Fox blushed hard, his mind racing as he felt the tip of the Wolf's maleness pressed between the cheeks of his rear. The Wolf was already enjoying this, taking his time in pushing and poking the Fox's rear, leaving a small puddle of pre-cum which was then pushed against the tender tailhole of the Fox, turning the furry hole into a sticky mess before he had even achieved penetration. But that was soon to follow, and before long the Wolf ceased grinding his member against the soft fur of the Fox and, his paws roaming to the hips of the naked Fox and his tip poised against that tight pucker, his pushed forwards with his hips and pulled backwards with his arms. The Fox moaned as he felt his knees weaken and his member throb, his tailhole widening as the Wolf member made its way inside him in one, firm, unstoppable moment, the Wolven member like a spear pushed through his entrance, widening as more and more of his shaft entered the younger male.
The Wolf's shaft was bulbous, and the Fox's imagination sizzled with images of the member penetrating his hole. He tried to build a picture from the sensations he felt, his tailhole clenching firmly around the Wolf's shaft as it forced him open. It felt much bigger than he anticipated, and in his mind's eye he pictured the Wolf as a mighty alpha, his muscled dominance matched only by the size and girth of his equally impressive member. The Fox's legs shook as he felt that same bulbous member burying itself deep inside his rear, the Wolf's hips pressing against him as he finally hilted, every inch of the Wolf's mass buried inside him, save for the Wolf's thick knot which, despite the Wolf's continued pressure on the Fox's rear, did not stretch him far enough to accept it.
The Fox whined as he tensed his member, feeling his own erect mass quivering and seeing his pre leak in thick, gooey strands to the floor. His whine was cut short, however, as he was forced to gasp, the Wolf behind him sparing him no longer a moment before beginning in earnest, feeling the Fox's behind from the inside as he ground his member deep inside. The Wolf murred appreciatively as his hands clenches around the Fox's hips, his member pressing firmly into the younger male's prostate and his tip steadily massaged by the movement of his own hips. He withdrew less than an inch at first before grinding straight back into the Fox's tailhole, Watching with some degree of satisfaction as the male before him shuddered and panted, but did not buckle under his thrusting. Soon, however, this was not enough to satisfy him, and he found himself thrusting more forcefully, pulling more of his wolven meat out of the younger male before driving forward again, each time hilting his knot against the Fox's tailhole, and each time murring as he felt the Fox's tailhole quiver and stretch. Soon he was screwing the Fox's tailhole like an animal, the younger male's whines and gasps music to his ears as he pushed harder and harder into him, sensing the Fox squeeze and clench but each movement only drove him into more lustful acts. He glanced down, seeing his member sliding in and out of the male at a rapid pace and growled loudly, his hands moved slightly higher and his hips slightly lower as he began thrusting upwards into the Fox, the change of angle caused the Fox to moan loudly as he felt his tailhole suddenly grow very tender when struck by the hard, firm knot of the Wolf. Suddenly his moan turned into a howl as the Wolf gave one mighty thrust, burying the full length of his shaft, knot and all into the tender rear of the younger male, his own growl joining the Fox's howl as he mated the Fox. He thrust only a few more times before he felt his seed fill the male, who could do nothing but pant in ecstasy as his tail hole stung, filled by every inch of the Wolf's member and the Wolf's seed besides. Without so much as a word, the Wolf's hand slipped around the Fox's side and caught the Fox's member, giving it a few rough jerks before beginning to slowly thumb it.
The Fox's member was rock-solid and twitched as the Wolf touched it, the combined lust from being taken by the Wolf and the pressure against his prostate had caused his body to leak cum intensely from his shaft, and soon the Wolf's paw was covered in the sticky, semi-transparent liquid. The Fox had only just caught his breath when he began panting again, each movement of his hips and the Wolf's hips behind him sending strange shudders through his body as the Wolf worked his member expertly. The soft paw pads of the Wolf clasped around and massaged his member, not quite pumping his shaft but instead teasing it, making it quiver as the Wolf's thumb run over his tip, making it throb as he dug his fingers into the sheath at its base.
"Please..." said the Fox lustily, unable to take much more as he resisted the impulse to bring a paw down to interrupt the actions of the Wolf.
"Please what, little Foxy?" The Wolf behind him said, menace and malice in his voice, his fingers squeezing the Fox's mass.
"Let me cum, Sir. Please..." The Fox whined, his ears folding back and his legs shaking.
The Wolf simply smiled a toothy smile. "Then cum for me, Foxy." His fingers suddenly folded around the Fox's shaft, his hips pressing forwards to force the Fox's back to bend as the pair of them thrusted forwards as one. The Wolf's paw began pumping the Fox's shaft mercilessly, gripping hard and tight around the penis of the younger male as he quickly worked his paw up and down. The Fox's pants turned to a loud moan as his legs shook and his member throbbed hard. The Wolf growled as he felt the male climax, the male's head still facing down as thick ropey streams of warm cum painted the wall before them, the younger male's body quivering at each throb of his sex, and the Wolf grunting as he feels the pulse reverberate through the ring closed tight around his knot. His growl turns to lustful groans as he feels the Fox's tail hole squeeze and clench against him, the Fox's body unable to do anything more than submit to the pleasure rolling through it.
The Fox pants loudly, whining at the edge of his voice as the last of his seed is milked from him by the determined paw of the Wolf. The last few throbs of his genitals are completely dry, the wall having taken all he had to offer, much as his own backside had taken the older fur's gift. For a moment he feels he is about to collapse from the wash of sensations filling his mind, until his weariness is interrupted by a sudden sensation causing him to yelp as the Wolf strokes the Fox's ballsacks fondly, kneading those spent orbs even as he's held there.
"Mmmm," the Wolf murred, his furry hips locked against those of the red Fox. "That was pretty good, for the first round..."